This House... Poem by Chelsea Palma

This house is a broken home
The only thing like home I've ever known
I've never felt more alone
Might as well be on my own

Screaming and fighting
Fussing and cussing
No kissing and hugging
No family, no loving

There is no saving us
All that's left is hate and distrust
I'm starting to feel so superfluous
But to speak my mind would be treasonous

What is family? No one knows
On the outside we look so composed
But on the inside I'm shaking
Because my family is breaking

Or maybe it's already broken
Overflowing with words left unspoken
My sister and father always fighting
My parents' love dying

Can't we just call it a truce?
In the end it's just no use
I'd love to disappear, become as small as a mouse
So no one knows I'm here, in this house...

6/1/18